Authors note: I honestly have no idea where this one is going to go. So just bear with me, ok?
Tom Riddle was a brilliant boy, there was no denying that. But, he was a little too smart for his own good. Though he was raised in an orphanage, he had a talent for getting what he wanted. And when he reached Hogwarts, he wanted nothing more than to become one of the greatest wizards of all time. And that's when everything started going wrong.
He dedicated all his free time into his studies. Normally, this would be viewed as a very good thing, but he was interested in very dangerous practices. He was enthralled by the dark arts. Most of the other students were interested in how to defend against these spells, but he wished to know how to perform them.
In a few years time, he had mastered the wicked magic through secret practice. After he left the school, he disappeared for a while. When he returned, he was no longer the boy that everyone remembered. He had changed. His personality, his appearance, even his name had been altered. He began calling himself "Lord Voldemort". He began searching for disciples who would follow him in his dark ways. When he was refused, he would murder those foolish enough to stand against him.
Naturally, there weren't many who would oppose him and get themselves and their families murdered. But no one will ever forget the night that he met his last opposition.
He had gone to Godric's Hollow. To the home of the Potter's. He made short work of Lily and James. He had aimed directly at the child next: Young Harry. He wanted to end it all. He got his wish: He was the greatest DARK wizard there ever was. Though, as brilliant as he was, he didn't realize that everything must have a balance. Because of his ignorance, his spell backfired, killing him rather than the child. Now, you may feel sorry for a simple minded soul, but what baby wants, baby gets…
Note: Ok, so I realize that it's a little rough, but in my defense: I'm typing this at 3 in the morning.